The households in India have been run by women primarily, following the centuries old tradition. From taking care of the child's breakfast to ensuring that the mother in-law's morning cup of tea is served on time, it is always the woman of the household. She is a wife, a daughter, a daughter in-law, a mother.... But who is she in reality? Mrinalini. The name was abruptly forgotten the moment she stepped into the Acharya household as a married woman. She became Mrinal for her husband, Bouma (daughter in-law) for her in-laws and other elders, Boudi(sister in-law) for her brothers in-law and Mrs. Acharya or Acharya Boudi for outsiders. Her identity was forgotten as she gradually accepted her duties as a married woman, as a daughter in-law and as someone who was expected to sacrifice. Their home wasn't a mansion or even a bungalow. There were financial constraints and there were challenges like every other middle class home. Not everything was easily available, apart from that one thing that was abundant and pravalent: PATRIARCHY She was taken for granted like most women in India are. Maybe there was love, maybe there was no mistreatment yet Mrinalini felt the walls around her constricting on her and causing her asphyxiation. This is the story of a bird compelled to live in a locked, golden cage... Will she ever liberate herself and fly? ... Dedicated to all the Indian mothers and women and to women all around the world who dedicated their entire lives to raise their children, to give love and to be selfless. ... This story doesn't aim to hurt or offend anyone's thoughts or sentiments. This is a work of pure fiction that came to my mind after watching the Bengali movie, 'Mukherji da r Bou'. The concept and the story and the characters explored in the story are all going to be my creation and my own original ideas. No plagiarism intended or supported. My work is copyrighted

Winner of Wattpad India Awards 2020 (Judge's Choice) in the New Adult category. ~*~ "The lights are cheeky, you can't live without them, and yet if you get too close, they'll blind you. Darkness? Well it doesn't cheat. It's cool and soothing. It's reliable." ~*~ Madhulika Thakur thought it would be a good break from work when she agreed to visit the countryside. After all, someone needed to sort out the property her family owned there, and real estate was her forte. What she didn't expect was to be engulfed by a landslide of issues just waiting to be addressed. She must navigate her way through the mess of a fragile social fabric, complex caste equations and the sheer helplessness of the people she never knew worked for her; all the while trying to regain the trust of a long-abandoned old friend. For the first time in her life, she must choose between what she wants and what is right. ~.~ Cover by @chaashnee

| 𝔉𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡 x 3 | Book 1 in the FORTRESS series Spirits. Ghosts. Apparitions. Rudra Sharma doesn't believe in any of it. He has always been a Science buff. Majoring in Physics, hoping to become an IAS officer one day and solve the practical problems of the citizens, he is one of the last people to believe in anything paranormal, supernatural, or spooky. The only horror in his life stems from a bunch of strange nightmares he has of a warrior wielding a sword and riding a horse in the middle of an ancient fort. But those are only a bunch of random dreams. Nothing too serious for him to ponder over. He and his friends are optimistic about the absence of ghosts or spirits in their world. Hence, planning to spend a night at one of the most haunted places in India is nothing but an adventure for their young hearts. But when they reach the deserted town and visit the infamous fortress of Bhangarh, they are indeed forced to admit that there are... no ghosts. Lol! However, not everything is what it seems. People around Rudra seem to have secrets. His girlfriend does. His family does. His mother does. As one by one he and his friends begin experiencing the presence of the paranormal, a gruesome truth is revealed, tying his entire existence with the haunted fortress of Bhangarh. Not to forget, all of them have their lives hanging in the balance because an evil spirit has hitchhiked with them and is now roaming free, casting its menacing shadow, and biding its time to unleash hell. [Featured by: @Fantasy, @AmbassadorsIN, @fright]

1985. The City of dreams. Red double decker buses, kaali-peeli taxis, radios, Doordarshan, video cassettes and rotary dial phones. DCP Amarnath arrives in Bombay with a mission, straight and clear: To tackle the notorious Crime Syndicates. As the city unravels itself, he learns that alongside the battle against organised crime, it is a full-fledged war against his uncooperative heart as it trips over relentlessly at the sight of the headstrong Gauri, who contrasts him in every possible way, beginning with her profession: Law. Before cellphones, before swipes-there was a Bombay kind of love.... Visit the BLURB chapter for a detailed trailer!

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

Vrinda Joshi and Madhav Shastri grew up sharing everything, secrets or toys, you name it. For years, they believed nothing could come between them. Until one promise did. As time pulls them in different directions, silence and angst replaces what once felt unbreakable. But when fate brings them face to face again, past refuses to stay buried. As time goes, wound goes deep, hate goes deeper. Is heartbreak the price of growing up, or the punishment for loving too deeply? . . Best friends. Almost lovers. Separated by one promise. Troupes: Best Friends Friends to Lovers Sunshine × Sunshine Updates: Every Thursday (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

■WATTPAD INDIA AWARDS 2019 WINNER■ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀▪︎● ● ●▪︎ For the Delhi Tycoons' kids, life has always been too challenging, and it's no different for Arvika Deewan. It's not everyday that her divorced mother remarries another business man, and there definitely won't be a day that she would be ready to accept that. The only other option she has is to move in with her father who lives with her oh-so-perfect twin brother and somewhat understanding grandmother. But she knows that the heart needs to break to beat again, and so do Arnav Deewan's friends. But she never had it easy, and probably never will. With an emerging sibling rivalry, and somewhat deceiving friends and family, Arvika Deewan, the bad, bad girl, is going to be reformed. copyright © chaashnee 2018 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀▪︎● ● ●▪︎ ▪︎Featured in 'Daily Dose of Chicklit' by Wattpad's official @Chicklit account ▪︎1 in #delhi (22 August 2019) ▪︎Popular Choice Awards Winner in the Hinglish category of Wattpad India Awards

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫... Welcome to Billard Academy, where old monarchs are still in power, aristocrats rebrand themselves as old money, and the secrets and intrigue are as thick as the ivy on their ancient walls. Corin Clarendon, descendant of a broken royal line, is the only child and daughter of the Chairman. Clarendon Industries should be hers. But the rules of succession only bow to a male heir. The rule is simple: whichever boy at Billard graduates at the top of the class wins the Clarendon empire, and Corin's hand in marriage. The legacy heirs-Rothwell, Ascor, and Vandercourt-are already circling like sharks, hungry for her inheritance. They want a queen to command. They don't realize Corin isn't interested in being a wife. She's planning to be king. Then there's Lucien Green. To the elite, he's just the scholarship kid from nowhere. But Lucien is a man with a leash around his neck. Sponsored by a shadow with a lethal agenda, he's at Billard to do more than just study. Armed with an eidetic memory that makes the "top boys" look like fools-and a way of looking at Corin that makes her blood run cold and hot all at once. He's the only one who might be more dangerous than the men trying to ruin her. Only one can win. And no one must fall in love. #boardingschool #heirs #succession #rivalstolovers #inheritance games #steamyromance [updates every Wed or Thu]

■■ "Isn't it ironic how we kill flowers because we think that they're beautiful?" He asked, while I took hold of a yellow rose in my hand. I chuckled at him before answering, "Isn't it ironic that my name is Ayushi?" He rolled his eyes before an annoyed look found a way to his face. "Perhaps the reason people are drawn to flowers is not only because of their outer beauty, but because they remind you beautiful things will bloom after the longest seasons of waiting." I said, smiling down at the beautiful flower in my hand. "But why a yellow rose?" He questioned further. "Yellow rose means remembrance." ■■